Lu Hechen's brows knitted together as he looked at Weilan, his eyes deep with shock and disbelief.
"Sorry, I just wanted to curse." Weilan apologized, but there was no sincerity on her face; she wanted to curse even more severely.
She was just holding it in for now.
She was also afraid that if she lost her temper, she wouldn't be able to resist giving Lu Hechen a couple of slaps.
But she couldn't bring herself to do something so aggressive.
Lu Hechen looked at Weilan, his dark eyes swirling with a vortex, a bit helpless and profound. This woman, although she cursed, every time he heard Weilan curse, he didn't feel it was vulgar but rather cute.
Perhaps this was Weilan's reaction when she was infuriated.
"If you want to curse, then go ahead." Lu Hechen now didn't want to ponder Jin Min's intentions anymore. To him, Jin Min's thoughts were irrelevant; he had no mind to care about a woman's thoughts.
